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"Binge's teaching assistant, can you help me?" It was not Binge's face on the light brain, but a young man with a bruise on his forehead.

"who are you?"

"I'm Bingo's boyfriend, Tommy."

"First, it's not teaching time, and teaching assistants are not obliged to help during non-teaching time. Second..." Bamboo explained dryly.

Tommy interrupted rudely: "Mr. Assistant, please listen to me." He said anxiously, "Binge bet with students from other schools and went to the Xingwang virtual arena!"

It's not a big deal.

"And then?" Bamboo asked.

"The bet is to miss the [-]th School's Mecha League!" Tommy said, "Those students are here to participate in the [-]th School's Mecha League!"

"It's illegal for contestants to gamble privately. Both parties should be disqualified from the competition and banned from the next competition. At the same time, all gambling funds will be confiscated." Bamboo continued to memorize the regulations dryly.

"Sir! Those guys look down on Cade! They look down on Bingge! They look down on Cade's mecha class! Mr. Assistant, this is a fight for honor! Please help me no matter what!"

"It is also against the rules for faculty and staff to engage in private dating."

"No, that's not what I mean! My purpose is to use normal means to separate them!" Tommy hurriedly distinguished, "They are dating Xingwang, I don't want Bingge to be hurt in the virtual arena, as long as there is enough stimulation from the outside world , In order to protect the safety of users, Xingwang will force logout. In this way, due to force majeure accidents, neither party will be injured, and there is no need to fulfill the bet!"

"Is this about me?"

"Yes! Bingo says you have a narc|drunk|gun!"

"Being hit by a gun | weapon is a strong stimulus from the outside world. However, you only need to knock her unconscious." Bamboo said, "The most efficient."

Tommy blurted out, "No, I'm her boyfriend."

"'Boyfriend' and 'can't knock her out', what is the necessary relationship between the two?" Bamboo expressed puzzlement.

"In the virtual cabin, she set the mode herself, prohibiting interruptions, and actively defending. Once I touch it, I will be broken down by [-] volts of high-voltage electricity."

"Would someone else open the hatch?"

"...[-] volts."

"What does this have to do with narc|drunk|guns?"

"Remote attack! To destroy the battery of the virtual cabin, just punch a hole! Then I cut off the switch, and the emergency warning mechanism of the virtual cabin is activated. The spare battery can be used for 3 minutes, enough for her to come out on her own initiative. Then I will give her another □□, sleep till dawn!"

"So just turn off the power?" Bamboo confirmed.

"Turn off the power, and put her to sleep."

Bamboo sniffed, the room was filled with the fragrance of citrus.

The moving "Citrus" was wrapped in a nightgown, sitting on the sofa and wiping his hair.

Stay here with the fragrant, sweet, empathetic Mr. Tangerine.

What can he get if he goes out to make a rescue?

Such a choice between two topics is really not a challenge.

"Now I want to make sure of one thing."

"Mr. Teaching Assistant, tell me."

"Are you sure it was the other party who started provoking?"

"It's absolutely true! You can call out the cameras of Elizabeth Café and Bentley Seventh Avenue to testify!"

"Understood, room number."

"room number?"

"Arena room number."

"—Gah?"

"Binge's virtual arena room number."

"What are you going to do, Mister Teaching Assistant?"

"Of course it is to win." And inform the other team leader teacher.

"But Bin Ge said that the strength of the teaching assistant..."

"It's not about force value." Bamboo said, "Now, give me the room number."

——It is indeed not a matter of force value.

"Is the student in trouble?" Chatting with Bamboo won't affect his processing data at the same time, so Milan asked naturally.

"It's not □□ trouble." Bamboo's method of solving problems has always been very simple and rude, "I'm going to Xingwang."

"Okay." Milan stretched his waist, "How long will it take?"

"One hour at most." Bamboo sent out an invitation, "Go together?" It's very comfortable to make love on Xingwang, isn't it?

Milan raised his eyebrows: "Come back after dealing with things."

Bamboo whose thoughts were seen through: "...Okay."

Both he and Milan entered Starnet to stop the gambling.

At the same time, in the virtual arena, two light mechs were fighting together.

The name of this virtual map is Doomsday Ruins. As the name suggests, it talks about the depletion of resources, the arrival of the end of the world, human beings fleeing from the planet, large cities are abandoned, and become the settlements for many mutant cats, dogs, and rodents... These introductions are of course irrelevant , the key point is that the ruins of the doomsday have a bonus to the radiation intensity, and there is a chance to trigger the "chasing and killing of mutant creatures", that is, third-party interference.

Bin Ge's car is a red and white mecha, Huoyue-[-].Characterized by agility and range.

The opponent used a very ferocious black mecha, the fourth generation of Meteorite.The characteristics are undoubtedly strength and aggression.

Huoyue can avoid meteorites and slowly wear away the opponent's energy, Huoyue wins.The meteorite captures the traces of the fire moon, and the mech can lose its power with one blow, and the meteorite wins.

The reason is so simple, but if the outcome is determined so easily, what is the point of holding the Twelve School Mecha Contest? Both parties can directly report the mecha parameters and student transcripts.

The two sides were stalemate, and the alarm sounded in the room.

The alarm means that the arena room is forcibly closed, and all activities must be forcibly interrupted. If they do not take the initiative to leave, they will be transmitted outside immediately.

"Who?" Sitting inside the meteorite was a fair-skinned, maroon curly-haired girl with a few freckles on her face. She thumped the console hard.

——The two parties in the conflict are girls, which is an important reason why Tommy can't stop the gambling on the spot.Besides, he is just an art department, what is it if he goes up to die?

"Who?" The guest song in Huoyue was also very annoyed.

The girls had to leave the room.

"Bing song."

"Karina."

Two voices sounded at the same time.The former is flat, the latter is exciting.

The gamble is for both sides, and once it is put on the table, Bin Ge will naturally face punishment.

Losing to both sides, it is undoubtedly cheaper for the other ten schools.

Collect evidence through the star network, identify the students' identities, and directly pack the video materials... Check whether there is someone behind the incident, whether there is a hidden recording, whether it is a vested interest... After the intelligence collection is completed, Bamboo will bring it to the other party The team teacher sent a data packet, trying to reach a consensus between the two parties to settle the matter.

The other party was from Amelia Mecha Academy, led by Baird, a thin middle-aged man with brown hair, sharp eyes, and a very stylish beard.

"Assistant?" Bin Ge was puzzled.

"Teacher!" Karina exclaimed.

There were two boys beside her, who seemed to have been taught a lesson by Baird, they lowered their heads and did not speak.

"It's disappointing, it's really disappointing!" Teacher Baird said, "A private appointment! A private appointment when the league is about to start! You even gamble! What do you think of a fair, just and open competitive spirit? It’s so disappointing! Go back and write [-] lines of inspections each! Pure handwriting! If more than ten words are the same as the Xingwang model essay, rewrite it!”

He scolded the three students sternly, and then turned to thank Bamboo: "Oh, the teaching assistant from Cade, thank you for taking care of the overall situation, controlling the situation, and separating the two cubs in time,"

"In this case, the probability of rewriting is 99.75%. If the word order and sentence content are not limited, more than ten words are easy to overlap." Bamboo reminded.

"Don't worry about those details, as long as they know what I mean." Baird replied, "Low-key handling has saved my students and the reputation of the school. May I buy you a drink?"

Bamboo refuses: "Thanks, I have other things tonight." Like his Mr. Tangerine.

"Mr. Tangerine" Milan was being surrounded by young people asking for photos and autographs—"Hey God! My name is Qisu, and my brother is your fan!"

Tommy was busy apologizing to Bingo.

"Is there anything more important than a man's friendship?" Baird rolled his eyes.

"A man's family," Bamboo said.

"Family?" The answer obviously surprised Baird.

"In fact, today we were on vacation and my partner and I had just finished our red wine and were about to shower when we got a call for help," Bamboo said.

— vacations, companionship, wine, baths.

Then, of course, something important should happen for several hours.

Baird understood in seconds: "Hahaha, so it is like this, I understand! What you said is very reasonable! Your matter is indeed very, very important! So next time you have a chance to meet again?"

"Okay." Bamboo didn't have any objection.

On Qisu's side, there was a burst of exclamation: "What! He is your partner? How is it possible!"

The movement caused by this voice was too great, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"What's going on?" Bin Ge didn't know why.

Tommy replied stupidly: "My classmate's male god and your teaching assistant are companions."

"Male god? Him?" Bin Ge looked at it, and had to admit that Milan was sunny and handsome, and he looked really good-looking, but—"Is he in a relationship with our paralyzed teaching assistant?"

"It's not a couple, it's a legal partner." Bamboo corrected.

Milan smiled and repeated his affirmation: "It's a partner, it's legal."

"..."

So 5 minutes later, Bamboo and Milan stood shoulder to shoulder, adjusted their comfortable postures, and lay on the big bed, ready to continue the previous work.

Before starting, Milan put his arms around Bamboo's neck and asked with a smile: "Bambu, I have a few questions, please explain."

"Ok?"

"You—why did you replace the sheet pattern with my face?"

"..."

"The walls and the ceiling are also my three-dimensional projections. And this," Milan let go of his hand, and pulled out a body-sized pillow that appeared at some point, "I know you like my body proportions, but the pillow is printed full | naked For me, it feels really weird." At least leave a pair of underwear for him?

Bamboo: "Statistically, it's a high-profile way to show affection."

Collecting camera videos as evidence through Starnet is really a trivial matter for Bamboo.

Of course, in the process of collecting evidence, Bamboo also knew the content of the conversation between Qisu and Tommy, as well as Binge's very bold conjecture, so it was easy to arrange such a room.

Milan couldn't laugh or cry: "Bambu, this is inappropriate."

"Why? Doesn't liking mean wanting to possess it all the time? I want to try the feeling that the room is full of you."

Milan rubbed his hair indiscriminately: "But, the real me is by your side, all the time, why do you hug the pillow? Or are you willing to love it?"

"..."

Bamboo decisively proved with his actions that he is only happy to be in love with Milan himself.